Pumpkin Carver

Hey money got a big ass headFolded like a, like a stop signFuck dawg, heyWe gotta go get that motherfuckin ball a brainsYou know what I'm sayin, fuck datWhat? You wanna make a song about deathSqueezin on a neck until it's all outta breathYou wanna hear me rap about being the hardestWell fuck that from now on I'm an artistI carve pumpkins chop chewySlice, swing twice, stab screwy, ooeyChewy, dewy, gooey, slopIt all starts with a quick chop, dropPumpkin rolls on the floorAlmost out the front door (oh we can't have that)Cut along the hair line (bowl cut)Hold the pumpkin between your legs and lift upBoing brains snippity snip all the veinsSnip, cutWhat? What the matter?You don't wanna do it?Well fuck it then screw itYou'll never a pumpkin carver

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What? You don't like this rhyme?I can't be on point all the timeFuck it's HalloweenI gotta make a living somehowI'm a professional pumpkin sculptorAlright motherfucka nowFirst, hollow the containerScrape that bitch with a hangerWhatever just get somethingJust get the motherfucker all hollowed outLike you could fill it up with lemonade,And pour it out the mouth if ya wanted to.Umm never leave the eyes intactThey'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)Always remove 'em but keep 'em handyCause they taste like candy(Hahahaha) sike I'm only playinOk, now, get the scalpelSlowly cut around the mouth...be careful!!What the fuck!!! we needed the lip!!Here let me give you a little tipSLOW THE FUCK DOWN!!

Take a closer look you scary motherfuckersDoesn't my jack-o-lantern look like your little brother?Neck nuggets start to fling, terrors what we bringTwiztid, ICP, and the Kottonmouth KingsPumpkins are for bitches; I like my shit insteadCuz every devil's night we carvin somebody else's headWhen my meat cleaver chops heads fall to the floorFuck buying pumpkins at the grocery storeYeah, yeah alright you done flexed some skills on the mikeThis is my motherfuckin little song here right? (Right)Let's get back to the subjectNow hold steady, steady, steady, ready?Insert the blade along the outer eyelidVery slowly I don't wanna lookOh, you didOk gently count 25 spec meter outer diameters (huh?) A squareI know it's hard you'd probably rather just stab and chopBut you'll end up with a pile of slopI've done it beforeAnd them ain't, them ain't pumpkin seedsThose are fragments of skullOh! CrunchyHey nevermind that get back to workEating on the fuckin job you'll never be an expert (oh)What you wanna be a mailman, a plumber, or a barber (no)Or do you wanna be like your Uncle Violent J?A pumpkin carver

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Make this motherfucker sing foolKick 'em in the spleenHappy HalloweenI be burnin CaliSouthern voters I always bringPletto from the ghettoDumpin' bodies in the meadowWhen it comes to carvin bitchI'm sharper than GipettoI'm lovin that stilettoAsk your trick or fuckin treaters, more than thirtyWhy I beat and greet the homies with the ChibaAriba!Ariba I was born in this OctoberNow come press rewind motherfucker, flows over, over, over...